a blazing fire
with flames that dance around wood
laughing as they lick our cold faces
and we watch
as the ever changing embers ignite
and burst
into a thousand black fireflies
who fly near the fire until they die
but then they are reborn from the flames
as long as the fire keeps burning
It's good for me to find your words in the midst of a cloudy, quiet summer. You are the sunshine I need.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely... like you.
You are starting to to but the words of your writing in rhythm, I realy like your writings.
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